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62 JOSE. “What has become of the dead one?” he inquired. “Do you think the members of his tribe will get him ?” “There ain’t much left to get,” the latter replied, with a sinister smile. “The wolves have left noth- ing but his bones and they can bleach on the plains as well as many a better white man’s.” An hour later the animals were all harnessed, and the train again began to wind across the prairie in a long line. “T shall be perfectly at ease when I hear the men begin to sing once more,” said Green, who came riding up from the rear of the train and took his place by Baumann’s side; “even the Mexican mule drivers, who are always howling their doleful strains, are silent.” He wheeled his horse about as if under the influence of some nervous agitation, and rode to the head of the train. “Hello, Bill! what in the name of mischief ails your whip? Can’t you make thing's lively?” “There’s a time for sunshine and shadows, sir; everything must have its turn,” replied the freighter, looking up. “This will pass away by and by.” Green appeared hardly to have heard the reply, and Baumann, who was watching him, shook his head as he noticed his friend fixing his whole atten- tion again upon the Mexican on the saddle-horse. “Are you always as sure of your shot as last night, my boy?” he began, after a pause. “lf was compelled to learn it, sir!” the youth re- pled, raising his eyes but dropping them imme- diately on encountering the searching look of his interrogator. , “Did you ever cross the plains before?” Green continued, with evident earnestness. (EOMNIELOO KS